Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1887-01-24
(Confi.xed from Wednesday, Jan 49,
LITTLE TU'PENNY.
BY s. Barring GOULD.
CHAPTER X.
PAST RECALL.

not return, he dld not look rOunU d8dln
Trip stood with folded hands looking
after him. The muscles of her mouth
were twitching with laughter. In the
moonlight the merry dimples came into
her lovely cheeks. What droQ idea of
her mother that was of the balloon and
the elephant.
But She was little sorry that she had
laughed aloud and hurt Joe's feelings.
He was good soul. Perhaps she might
miss his friendship when she left that
part of the country.
She was looking after him as he went
along the drive, broad and white in the
moonlight. with his hands joined behind
his back and his head low down. He
was solidly built young man. He
walked slowly, steadily, with firm tread.
Every step was taking him further from
her, not for that night but forever, SO it
seemed to her The dimples went out of
her checks. and she took one step for
ward as though to 90 after him, and a
transient feeling woke in her heart that
she had made a mistake TO send him
away. But it was soon effaced, as writing
on the sea sand is efTaced by the rising
tide for the next thought that swept
over her mind-she was born for better
things than to be, as her mother said,
Mrs. Windmillcr.
So faithful. 50 kind, so gentle, Joe had
ever been to her, and to every one else so
inaccessible, so hard and cold. Then a
gush of warm true feeling poured
through her veins, and she cried out:
"Joe Joe.'
The night was so still that he heard
her, and stopped. She ran along the
drive toward him; and he came walking
back-not fast, not eagerly. as if expect
ing great thngs-but firmly calmly,
ready to accept what she was willing to
give.
If he had run and thrown himself at
her feet perhaps She might then have ac-
ceptcd him; bat when he came trudging
back 50 composedly a reyulsion took
place in her feelings, and when they met
she did not quite know why she had re-
called him. what she wished to say. So
she stood still, bent her head, and NUT
tered:
"Im sorry / called | only wanted to
say one thing; whether | leave Ring
wood or whether | stay, you will let me
sometimes come up the steps and go
over hc-thc'-her heart became soft
again for Il moment, and tears were in
her voice.
II mean, Joe, the dear old mill"
as that ALI" he asked. YES, so long
as am there you can always visit it; bat
he, if he sets foot on the ladder, I'll fling
him down.
You are not angry with me?" She
looked up into his eyes, furtively. She
was playing with him, and yet she was
half in earnest. She liked him, but she
laughed mt him-her elephant.
"Ansry with you?' he asked. ''No,
Trip, never. have borne with much
from you already. | have borne with
you this evening, but | am not angry
only Trip, SO, So sorry"
I'VE shall remain fricnds9''
"Always your friend, but not your
friends friend"
And, wherever l may be, you will
think of me-"
~ never do other than think of you
think Of you with such pain and anguish
in my heart that it is like some deadly
disease which has taken hold of me and
is consuming me-"
He spoke with averted head lie could
not trust himself to meet her eyes
"Is that all youhaye to say he asked,
"that you may still come and see the
mill That'-his voice quivcrcd-"y
may some day drive up to the steps in your
grand carriage, with your coachman and
footWcu in Hverics, and your brass
mounted harness, and that You may Get
ont of your carriage, dressed in pink
silk, with gloves and rings, grand as the
greatest lady, and So so, with your para
sol over your face, and hat, and feathers
So so may come up ana honor me
poor-as you called him once-dull Joe
Miller"
On ',''i9l' unhappy Joe why dd
you Si'i> M hVso 'ofi'S3 " ny dld you
ca "P A'. p'''"Ie oe!ore 'ne VAIN
E.fl ii.H" eye ana Spo'l Your only
c"d"c' CT winning Nor' JUST rs her heart
"1S 80 mug
10y WIS "til, perhaps 'nat ne did
-, nn"9 ui''''l''' 'o"Nly turuSV hGr from MN.
L"'E N,'I Ho' pair' the elephanC ana
'"c "'N "'1iI"o"'
eyes. " She said 'that IS all Toe that
had to ask called Won hack for moth
inr else
Without n farewell he turned and
walked AWAY. the same steady. heavy
tread. in the same way with his head bent
down. and with his hands Joined behind
his back.
As lac walked away she still stood
watchinl, him. and arain did the same
regrct make itself felt in her heart Her
bosom Lcavcd. her ewes filled. her breath
came ouick. and her FINGERS plucked at
the fringe of her pretty light gown.
He was n dear old fcllow-olt- he was
but Young in wears, though Old in
Thought and feeling. Yes. She did like
him. How would it be if She were trans
planted to another part of ENGLAND. and
thrown among total strangers How
alone she would feel! How She would
long for the wise head and the trusty